September 9, 2010 by Abode Camp in A Perfect Circle

Rose


don’t disturb the beast,
the temperamental goat, the snail
while he’s feeding on the rose
stay frozen compromise what i will,
i am bend around the wind
silently blown about again
i’m treading so soft and lightly compromising my will, i am
i am, i will
so no longer will i
lay down play dead,
play your doe in the headlights locked down and terrified
your deer in the headlights shot down and horrified
when push comes to pull comes to shove comes to step around
this self destructive dance that never would’ve ended till
i rose i roared aloud here i will i am
i am i will
so no longer will i
lay down play dead
play this
kneel down, gun shy, martyr, pitiful
i rose, i roared, i will, i am






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